On my way home today, heard the screech of tires against the road; glanced in my rear-view mirror just in time to see a large pickup truck do a faceplant into a utility pole, hard enough to bend the pole. Was considering whether I should double back to see if anyone was hurt when the truck roared back to life, backed away from the now-crooked pole, and went tearing off in the other direction.

So guess he wasn’t hurt. Unbelievably stupid, possibly drunk, incredibly lucky, but not hurt. Life is interesting.

So proceeded on to experience the incredible sociological adventure that is the grocery store on Valentine’s day. Felt a little pathetic with my measly pack of mushrooms and block of cream cheese, in a line with all the folks buying chocolate, champagne, exotic fruits, etc…